#i dont write often so dont spell check me

[dailyeca]

INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — A rosebud, more stem than petal. A teacup, with a steeping sachet of lavender. It will take time. But they will wait for each other.

portrait on its lonesome (disco elysium style is so. difficult hkjh i blend colors too much and am too cautious about palettes to be able to pull it off, does not help im a warm colored art kinda guy)

Dialogue: AUTHORITY — Don't let this perp get the last word! Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] — Who *do* you think he is? PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] — Someone with a permanent frown. LOGIC [Easy: Success] — Someone who's a criminal. CONCEPTUALIZATION [Formidable: Success] — Someone who's an artist. HALF-LIGHT [Medium: Success] — Someone with two brass knuckles and the know-how to use them. ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Hard: Failure] — Someone who doesn't seem a lotta fun to be around! VOLITION [Heroic: Success] — …Someone who fell through the cracks. SHIVERS [Godly: Success] — Some 20-odd years ago, a kindergarten runaway is herded into the metal belly of packed public transport and emerges reborn in a new city, baptized and spitting up the holy water in the wake of an identity you could barely say was remade as much as it was, simply, made. SHIVERS — He drowns again at age 7, at age 14, and every year thereafter, water filthier and colder every time, treading without a shore in sight. Even as his limbs grow leaden, come hell or high water, he maintains that stepping foot on land after so long will doom him. INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — He doesn't even know who he is anymore; he just feigns indifference. He is a ladybeetle inversed - in the same way there are dots of yin and yang. Stiff belief that there will always be bad in the good. Living proof that there is good in the bad. He will never shed the former, nor acknowledge the latter. EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — Not now, at least. Not with you, and not without time.

[orcelito]

OKAY i fixed the most glaring canon inconsistency for ITNL that i discovered last night

which is. the fact that i fully thought the final battle happened in December. but turns out it happened in Octovern!

idr if they mentioned it outright that they were heading there, but they mentioned "humanity's last stand" in December so. i just. fully thought that's where everything happened. but then Meryl mentions Octovern at the end & i double checked and. yea it sure says Octovern on the wiki lmfao.

i'll have to read thru it more carefully (i wasn't exactly reading too closely for details yesterday) to figure out Exactly what the fuck is going on with the locations here. but for now, every reference to the final battle in ITNL has been changed to Octovern

sigh.

[mrfoox]

Uh. Gonna be honest. Idk how tf no one thought I could have dyslexia growing up. The older I get the more I wonder if I do...

[that-enby-witch]

Witchy Resources

Astrology

Cafe Astrology - does your birth chart and it’s presented in a really cute way imo. It also gives you info about each placement and you can check compatibility and stuff too

Co—Star - I downloaded is the other day, it gives you quick daily horoscopes, do’s and dont’s for the day, and a longer breakdown of the horoscope

Dream work

Little Book of Dreams - I got this at a local store but you can get it for £4. It’s really cute and small, with just little summaries for what common dreams mean. It’s very simple but good for beginners in dream work

Deity worship (These are specific to Hellenism. You don’t have to worship Greek deities to be a witch but it’s what I have resources on because it’s what I follow)

Wikipedia - no seriously. It has info on so many different deities and their mythology so it’s actually quite useful.

r/Hellenism - a good place to ask questions if you’re new to deity worship and get some SPG on less common deities. Be sure to fact check

Amino - there’s a couple of Greek mythology and Hellenist communities on here. Like with Reddit, fact check!

Theoi.com - so much basic info on various deities, and it’s got epithets and things too that Wikipedia doesn’t have.

Tarot

Nata Soul Taro - probably the best pick a pile tarot readers I’ve found on YouTube. she also has a website and does personal readings. The videos are very calming and often really accurate

Zodianz - gives you three tarot cards and their meanings. Includes whether they’re yes or no, zodiac signs, planets and elements that correspond with each card, keywords for the card and then a short paragraph about the meaning. It also gives the meaning of the numbers in the card (like in 8 cups it tells you about 8)

If anyone knows any websites where you can learn tarot meanings let me know and I’ll add them to this list

Spell work

The Works - if you’re British, The Works has a lot of trinket boxes that you can keep spell ingredients in, and some potion bottles which are meant for crafts but they’re perfect for spell jars

Witchipedia - has some basic info about spells and some simple ones that you can do without needing many tools. Perfect for broom closeted witches, beginners or witches who can’t afford fancy stuff.

@strangesigils has some posts on common sigil methods, or, you can use some of their existing sigils!

Shadow work

Pinterest - I’m not kidding Pinterest has some great shadow work prompts if you just type in shadow work. Some are meh and some are really good

Co—Star - as well as astrology this also has a section where you can write a message to yourself and it’ll pop up the next time the stars are in the same position as they were when you wrote it

Crystal work

Holly’s Hope Beads - handmade crystal jewellery! My mum knows the girl who owns it and I’ve gotten a few pieces here. Really pretty and good quality

[cerberus-new-owner]

do over cause i went to save this as a draft to look at something and there was an error (im fuckin crying rn, yes i broke my self censoring streak but this desrved it)

Helloooooooooooooo

sooooooooo it caught my attention that the dumb little sleeping heacannons i made a while ago caught your attention sooooooo

i may be interested in writing a part two but for the Angels + Solomon (raph not included) (btw this is like a rn thing like you're reading the post RN)

part three with barbie and dia at some point too if i remeber (they were originally going to be in this part but i got lazy lol)

Part 1 - The brothers Part 2 - The Angels + Solomon Part 3 - Diavolo + Barbatos

Content thingy-o - GN!mc, implied romance between mc solomon and simeon (seprate) (not luke), slight angst for simeon and lukes parts, mentions of asmodeus and barbatos, pet names for simeon and solomon

Simeon

w/o mc - he is a light sleeper like mother let kid sleep in their own room but is paranoid that something may happen (him and luke cause i hc that luke has night terrors often) he does let luke sleep in his bed if luke has a really bad nightmare or is just really shaken up for whatever reason, doesn't snore but does sleep talk and sleep walk usually to lukes room out of habit of checking on baby luke but occsionally just stands in the corner of solomons room mumbling random things almost creepily (need eggs for the cookies and flour for the cupcakes), i've said this many times before but w i n g s c a n b e b l a n k e t mans sleeps with his wings out as a blanket.

w/ mc - pretty much the exact same buuuuuuuuut cuddle positions!! (i promise i'll add this to the brothers version) love love loves it when him or mc lays on the others chest and he will use his wings to hold mc closer to him also loves big spoon little spoon mainly big spoon so he can wrap his wings around mc (cant tell me he doesn't love holding/hugging/cuddling mc with his wings) will use his wings to block out any morning sun light (if they're in the human realm its a good excuse to sleep in 'simeon, i have to get up its late' 'no you dont angel,its still dark' 'no it isn't, your just using your wings block the sun out') he's also pretty cold and enjoys teasing mc with the power of his freezing cold hands like just placing them on their back or something suddenly to feel the jolt of mc jumping at the sudden temperature change

Luke

w/o mc - frequent night terrors like cannot sleep kinda night terrors so simeon has to help him get back to sleep or atleast try ('luke i promise nothing like that will happen to me' 'are you sure'), he is a restless sleeper he is all over his bed at once and he has like a million plushies on his bed if any fall off he's appologising immediantly, he snores but not loudly like average kind of snores, and like simeon but also not like him (like father like son type a stuff) luke sleeps with his wings out (i feel like its a realm wide kind of thing in the celestial realm) but his wings are not quite blanket size for himself so he does have to use a blanket at night

w/ mc - he's mostly the same (he has slapped both mc and simeon on accident due to his restlesness) but he will bring one plushie with him if he does end up going to simeons room to sleep, also best sleep he'll ever get is when mc is with simeon cause he knows that they're safe with simeon but more importantly if he has a nightmare theres the chance that mc will go to comfort him ('m- mc? i had another *sniffle* nightmare' 'it's okay luke 'm here') it'd help especially if his nightmare is about something bad happening to mc and when he'd end up sleeping in simeons bed he'd be inbetween mc and simeon both of his parental figures helping him go back to sleep helps him to not have night mares or terrors

Solomon

w/o mc - when he does sleep he sleep talks like very big sleep talker tends to accidentally say spells in his sleep or summon asmodeus and/or barbatos in his sleep ('solomoooooooon honey i told you t-' 'so you got summoned by the sleeping bastard at midnight too?') he sleeps sprawled out starfish on his stomach probably still in his uniform (he does not give two craps) average sleeper too like not too deep of a sleep but not too light of a sleep, he will wake up when ever he hears simeon running to lukes room or when simeon is doing the creepy corner stand thing though

w/ mc - he sleeps alot more often still sleep talks and occasionally summons asmo or barbs but not as often stops sleeping starfish but still prefers to sleep on his stomach (which leads us to cuddlessssss) feel like he'd prefer to be ontop of mc like head resting on chest but like face down asleep hugging them as they either play with his hair or sleep, mans if also probaby burning hot so no need for a blanket when you have him ('solomon you're too hot' 'i know i am but you're way hotter my little aprentice' 'solomoooooooon you know what i mean')

edit part thing (i forgot to say goodbye oops)

GOODBYEEEEEEEEEEE AND THANK YOU FOR READINGGGGGG have a goooooood night, day, lunch, brunch, afternoon, pencil idk just have a good one!

Obey Me one Master List to rule them all

[random-potato-mil]

So I watched Asher Gharavi new shorts video about The Mourner and it send my brain in a creative spiral.

I don't write very often and mostly for school, but I felt like writing this down. Dosent have anything to do with the short other than the concept of the mourner and how it works.

So if you wanna read that it's under the cut:

Tw: mention of dead, illness and similar

Sry for spelling mistakes I can't be bothered to fixed them.

They say that stories live forever and i suppose thats the reason im writing this. One last story so there is still a part of me left when im gone.

The stories call it the mourner. A creature with a human like siluote. If you see it from a distance it would fool you, but when it is right in front of you its a diffrent story. Its eyes are long and dripping, red around the edges, with a milky dust color. No iris. And its skin is cracky like old dry wall, its limps seeming unable to hold themselves up. It would look completly dead if not for the slow rythmic moves of its body when it breathes.

You probably already know what it means when someone has seen the mourner, but this is not some heart warming victory story of narrowly avoding my own dead and living to tell the tale. No. The mourner is still here with me as i write.

However before going any furtere with my story i need to confess something. I dident belive the mourner was real. I thought it was just some tale told to scare kids or some mass hallucination. It seems more likely that peopel experiencing near death events starts hallucinating and sees the creatures that they have been told would show up. But it does exists. At least i dont want to belive its an hallucination. It calms me. I know i know. Most peopel describe it as beeing scary and feeling fear as they see it. And i understand why someone would feel that way. Beeing scared of the mourner. But you cant really blame it for how it looks.

When it came my first thoughts was something of the lines of "guess its my time now". That might sound very depressing but i have known for a while i dident have a lot of time left. The doctors have increased my medication recently and i am stuck in bed. I do get visits and see the nurse's then and there, but it still feels very lonely. And do know i dont blame anyone for me feeling this way. I know they are sparring all the time they can to come check on me, despite it not beeing a pretty version of me to remember. My grandkid Brielle couldent even regonise me with all the tubes, and hided behind her mom. She is such a sweet little girl, and it broke my heart.

I suppose that might have influenced my reaction to the mourner. Despite its looks it reminded me of some etheral mother forced to see its children pass away. All the stories of survivers telling that the mourner helped them escape their fate made alot more sense after i saw it myself. It looked like it wanted to help. To change my fate. But it was simply unable too.

The mourner took a seat at the bed next to mine, and laid a hand on the blanket that hugged me. Its dripping eyes looking at me sadly. I think it might have been crying for me. Is crying for me. It stayed silent. After a bit i gathered enough strength to say a weak "your real" though a few coughs and give my best smile. A sad smile.

The mourner hasent left my side since then, and i do enjoy the company. I do feel my power weaken and my body giving away to this diseases growing inside of me, but im not scared. I think it will be okay on the other side.

Call me naive but seeing the mourner has given me the belief in the supernatural. If it can exists why not an afterlife?

I suppose the moral of the story is that you shouldent be scared of the mourner. It dosent mean any harm. And to my daughter. I love you. You have grown into a wonderful adult. Im sorry i wont be able to be with you in the future. You got this.

Love

- Gran

[teddybeartoji]

i found some sketches i did, they're messy plus they're traditional so i'm not sure i wanna send but!!!

bless my mind for drawing geto with a crazy back arch.. and piercings.. yeah that's it that's all i wanted to say

i think this man is just.. perfect... (i wanted to add more about him but it's getting long just know he stands amongst my fav characters of all time and i need him as a husband)

i love him so much actually plus i noticed a blog that does too and they post fanfics as well i think their user is hayakawalove? i dont know i hope i didnt make a spelling mistake but anyways i love their characterization of geto and how they like him a lot because i dont often see geto fans,, a few on twitter but otherwise it's mainly gojo, toji, nanami and choso.. or maybe i'm in denial because i want more geto content 😞😞

so their + your thoughts about him ☺☺ i am well fed, it's keeping me afloat right now

OH I READ AN SMAU TODAY. actually there was another smau that kinda went like this too where reader wanted to peg jjk men and i love how in these 2 smaus i read toji hasnt a problem with it but just straight up doubt reader's dicking skills instead and yeah,, i'm thinking thoughts... imagine that happens and then the reader is so good at railing him it turns his brain inside out and he drools and he just looks at them full of love but also is just so dumbified at this point he feels like he's melting... yeahhhh

(also, i thought maybe i could just make a post with all my jjk sketches even if they're messy and tag you if you want? because i wanna share but i'm hesitant still even after all the reassurance 😭

sorry that ask is messy cuz i kept adding more stuff (as usual)(i still love me some context and bonus thoughts)

~ ☀️

SUGURU WITH PIERCINGS AND A CRAZY BACK ARCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME SUNNNYY????????!?!?!??!!?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO HAVE HIM ASAP. him having many many piercings is canon here in loserville like yeah ear piercings, lip and brow perhaps even a nose piercing. dick piercings. yeahh................... he's so fucking hot fuuck fuck fuck

HAYAKAWALOVE!!!!!!!!!! REM MY BELOVEDD!!!!!!!!! I LOVE REM!!!!!!!!! rahhh omfg i remember when me and rem and kairo aka @/gothsuguru were all going insane abt suguru wearing lingerie lmao i need to get back to that bc holy fuck that's hot...... also him being called mommy? yeahhhh i NEEEED. to do that i love him so much

oh but if you want more of suguru you can also check out summy aka @/ohimsummer and @/lxnarphase and @/ohsuguru and @/13curses they all have some delicious stuff for him!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaand then i have seen @/tojipaws talking abt fem!suguru and i know you like that soo:333333333333 ANDD if you by any chance are open to reading some sfw stuff abt him then i highly recommend checking out @/twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat!!!!!!!

TOJI LOVES GETTING PEGGEDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so fucking hot i need to dick him down so bad i feel dizzy just from thinking abt it ooh my goddd............ he deserves it!!!!!!!!!! he deserves to get his brains fucked out he deserves to be a lil pillow princes!!!!!!!!!!!! i am veery very into that and this is also smth i want to write more abt WAHH SUNNY I LOVE HIM SO BADDD:(((((((((((((( i'm gonna die if i don't talk abt him for more than five minutes it's so bad

ALSO YESS I WANT YOU TO TAG MEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know it's hard to share smth you've made but please believe me when i say that i would absolutely LOVE to see your art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALWAYS!!!! no need to ask me either really you could just tag me in anything and everything aaand i'm gonna eat all of that up every single time!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[raraavisalterego]

To the Wonder (2024) Ep1

(A quick intro)

So i have to say i went into this drama with high expectations based on the cast, the cannes and peoples opinion i had seen. And i was a bit meh in the beginning. The first 2 eps are the lowest point of the drama (which is not bad by any means) but i really enjoy it as a whole. I´d say i enjoy it more than the actual quality of it, like it is good but its better for me because i like it, know what i mean?

I will be writing this as i rewatch . Also like im not going to spell/grammar check this so there may be mistakes

(lets get into it, its going to be loooong and SPOILERS)

"So in the coldest and longest days in winter, no set of footprints can lead to my home"

I really like the intro, gurl set that tone

Damn 3mins and im already glad that i am rewatching, the birch!

(just coping this here for later)

But i do find it curious that an young artist does not know what they want, how does one experience the feeling of wanting to create without a vision of ones creation? i guess insecurity plays a part on it but its something you dont see often

the way the camera panned here made me think this lady was going to be someone later on, is she the writer-housewife? ill see

Girl we will be able to tell... An yet (i am not knowledged in how altay is) one would think that the county seat is still quite "rural" for how city-like they have written Wenxiu to be, and eh i dont know if its the same in the novel but its definately something that made me go ??? at some moments later

the icon, the legend, speak your truth

and now this rat

we will get back to virginia woolf later on, nice

also another note, for someone who loves writting we never see her read, but there is a respect conveyed with straightening the frame that i liked

ok now we are on the village

Like why are we saying hello in mandarin to the neighbours. Here we have thing nº1 that bothered me: you live here, maybe before in a less rural area but still, and you dont know shit in kazak. And i get that she is han, that at home and at the school she went they spoke in mandarin, that they are closed off in their communities, that everyone has to adapt to them and not the other way around. But with all this considered i would still expect her to know some, like a greeting, like thank you. If this is what is normal irl yikes.

Because i understand its use to define a line and she is written to make the viewer feel like an outsider, but too much. Write her a greating please cmon. An ick of mine. Lets move on

We go from watching wuxia on tv to nature documentary to 200m dash, who told you to change the channel!

Exactly: baby. (but i feel this is a minstraslation)

Good point to talk about thing nº2 that bothered me. (it looks like im only talking shit but trust i love this). Ok this happened mainly before starting to watch it. I read the sinopsis and it says Yushi is playing Batay a kazakh and im like wait a minute, he is not. I liked him a lot on fengshen and i knew he can ride a horse pretty well an that is a positive here. So when i started watching and i hear him talk im surprised by the quality of the dubbing, he has the same voice! Then i found out its actually him, nice, another positive. Overall, would i wish that the main actor was kazakh? yes; where the chances high for that? no; am i satisfied with the end result? pretty much.

Also i find him really atractive so...

XD. But its a real thing.

Cute

Ok they have mentioned the county they live in: fuyun, total population of the county 99k, 54% kazakh. Point nº1 stands.

yes

"We are practically living like vagrants" watch what you say, in a couple eps you will be all in for that seminomadic life bby

[sailoryooons]

Just a question. I feel like your works are largely unedited. Is there a reason? It just feels frustrating as a reader when authors dont bother to edit their work lol

Hi anon - so I mean I can't speak for all the writers on this platform but I can speak to my personal experience editing my own stuff. I can assure you that it isn't born of laziness or not caring about the quality of my work, it is quite literally rooted in my worst quality as a writer: insecurity.

Insecurity might not actually be the right word but it's the one I'm going to use. I have a very weird relationship with my writing, that the longer I spend on a work, the more I start to loathe it, especially if it's something particularly difficult to write.

Additionally, if you've read most of my stuff, you see how long a lot of my things are. When I finish a fic after usually hours and thousands of words, I am suddenly in the editing stage and there is nothing more that gives me absolute anxiety than the thought of editing. Also - most of my unedited is my early fics or the ones that are like 20k words. I'm pretty lucky that 9/10 my more recent fics are beta read by @here2bbtstrash and I know those have no errors because M is perfect, but beyond M, I don't have someone who beta reads for me. It's a huge ask for people who are often also writers to stop their own fics and read 20k words for you.

One thing I have learned about myself: the more editing I do, the more I start re-writing the work. I have delayed so many fics this way. Editing is the reason that Chapter IV of Carved took so long. I was writing and erasing thousands of words at a time over and over again because when I went back to edit, I had fallen completely out of love with what I had written.

When I say I don't edit - I do use Grammarly and Spell Check and I make all those changes, and I do skim while going through those checks. I don't think that my fics are largely unreadable - someone can tell me if they are - but it's sheerly based on the fact that, currently where I am at in my relationship with my own writing, not stopping to read-edit my own works is the lesser of two evils, which is me re-writing a fic over and over again.

I understand as a reader it can feel like a writer doesn't care when they don't edit closely, but I just... it's my own thing to work on and something to try and get better at. It's not because I don't want to or think I don't need to. It's because the editing process makes me not want to post.

*Note: anyone who has ever sprinted with me or written in a collab with me can attest that 98% of my fics are not written over several days or weeks. They are typically written in a span of over 2-3 days in which I write thousands of words in a few hours. This is part of why at the end of a fic I don't even want to look at it.

Also I write for free on Tumblr dot com so I am always going to pick the route that gives me less anxiety I'm sorry

[hellomeowme]

First day of penning my thoughts down

i am caught between wantingto express myself as honestly as pssible and being as eloqueny as pssoble - maybe those two cannot coexist on any plane of paper or platform i put my words down on.

ive been oscillating between wanying read more and trying tonwrite again. Here i am rambling on about the process instead of actually pouring my heart out rn. Im at R’s place rn, after i had a cry sesh about hiw lonely i am (you could fashion a calender out of how rhythmically i suffer from these spells of melancholia- funny because her casually (and causally) mentioning that she rode in some guys convertible in the morning was what caused me to spiral in the first. I want to say im not jealous, that i jus want what she has would be a lie because i distinctively remember thinking why does she have everything and i cant have this one thing that i writhe around filled with longing so often that ive discovered talking about it is futile - only breeds the particular brand of pathetiqué i feel like ive perfected over the last 3 years that have caused me to conclude my love life (or the dearth of the same) is hopeless. Maybe it would be true to say i am not envious of her though; now im thinking of I and whether i should send this to her because i want her to judge my writing (though i think i write better anyway) but i feel it will cause dishonesty to creep into this attempt to bare my soul to starngers on the internet. Also because me and R just talked about she is so wishy washy about studies and how it can be so frustating to talk to her. Also thought about K while writing this because we made this acc together, and maybe also due to the fact i talked about her with A recently. Im meeting C tomm and i dont want my frnds to see him cuz hes ugly and they know i dated him and i feel like a terrible person beacuse i told him to wear a mask for his safety wo revealing the real reason - my vanity. Im putting my hope into bumble for the umpteenth time and was constantly checking it as if thats gonna make anything change (j did say that im paralysed bw wanting a partner and not doin anything about it maybe that’s why im planning to use it more often). Ill check it tomm; i really need to write my journal- babye!

[passivedecept]

Feel free to do these yourself and delete my answers! I am just doing these for fun and for myself :)

1. I just use the default. I dont care to much about the font. As long as i can read it it is good to me.

2. Yes. Mostly because i used to just have a notebook that i wrote into myself, i started writing with writing by hand. I would miss the spelling check very much though.

3. It is putting on a old live stream and just writing while i listen with half an ear. Most often minecraft. Another one is listening to like 5 songs for an hour as a drive and just think about my story.

4. Effect/affect mostly because i keep mixing the two up and i will always lose my mind over it and try to avoid them.

5. Different font increases your proof read abilities by 200%. It just works.

6. That no one actually enjoys reading it and make fun of it.

7. Being able to reread it later and see the idea that for so long lived in my head to jsut. Exist. Becaus enow it exists i also get to enjoy it whenever i want.

8. Oooh! Both actually sound like a fun challenge. Mmmh. If i went woth only action it would mostly be a journey about how someone finds their way back home. Describing about the world around them and what they do each step of the way. Dialogue would probably be about two characters discussing different ideologies and would be much more character focussed.

9. No but i am not about to mess with any of it in case it is a yes after all.

10. Has a piece ever haunted me. Mmmh.. i actually think that is a fanfiction i read a few years back. In a positive way. I mostly write fanfiction and it has the whole stigma about it only being porn and fanservice. This fanfiction was one of the first ones i read where the overall plot was just amazing and better than some of the books i had read. I dunno. That work haunts me in the way that it proved to me that fanfiction can be just as good as books and that it is honestly fine to keep writing it. Haunted to me means that it left a lasting inpact on you.

11. No. I dont believe in it and i do think there are multiple ways to interpret it. First way. Character killing. This is a no mostly because that gets boring after a while. Sure you get the shock factor for it but... well. You also kill all the possibilities that this character gave you. You kill all future possible interactions. And if you dont let your characters grieve properly or take the time to let them grieve you make your other characters seem cold and as if they didnt care about this character at all. And if you kill of a formally 'evil' character as a big sacrifice move than i just find you lazy because you didnt take the time to properly redeem them and just wanted to right all their wrongs by making them do the 'one right thing'. As for killing part of your writing for the sake of the story? You dont need to delete it? You can just save it in a seperate doc and remove it and maybe reuse the idea or the set up at a later date when it fits better. You put effort into writing it, you should be allowed to keep it. Even if it is just a seperate doc called "deleted scenes" or something like "bloopers" you can save the stuff that doesnt fit in there. Writing is also for yourself and just because it doesnt fit the story at the moment doesnt mean you have to fully sacrifice it, it can always just be a little silly thing that is private to you that gives you joy.

12. Oooh. Mmmh... honestly? Just that i had more motivation to write. And that i dared to actually go to a publisher with my books. That is it. The third wish can go to someone else who needs another wish more.

13. I struggle with fighting scenes. Dialogue is easy to me. (Short tip for dialogue writing. First write everything that you want the characters to say. Then go back to add actions. Helps to get the conversation flowing and going without you having to worry about actions)

14. I loan books no problem. I dont borrow as much because i dont relaly read anymore. Honestly i dont care that much. Books are just tools to be used to enjoy. As long as i can still read the story i am good fam. If they destroy destroy the book i know my friends would get me a new one because they are responsible so i dont worry about it that much.

15. I dont write in them. I do dog ear them and read in baths. Again. Books are tools to be enjoyed. Be careful with your stuff but in the end they are relatively easy to replace if you really need to.

16. I dont really use weird tags? Just normal fandom and character tags mostly.

17. Friend you relaly dont want to enable me like that. The fact my WIP at the moment is 380K words should tell you as much.

18. Oh that is easy. The original scene was going to be two brothers arguing but then one said.

"Like. I get that you are angry. But i am honestly just really happy to see you."

And it just changed everything about the scene and the flow for me.

19. I starting writing when i was like seven eight ish. It was a stupid story about a kitten stuck on a roof i believe. Short thing, writen by hand on school. I was so proud of it. I believe that then i decided i wanted to be a writer. That dream fell apart when i turned eleven because i learned i was dyslexic and clearly that meant i could never be a writer. I was hesrt broken about it. Then by 15 i injured my leg and was stuck at home for like three weeks and i was BORED! Note i had already been reading fanfiction and then i thought fuck it and i started writing again because again i was bored and i figured it would keep me busy. I just never stopped. I do got a normal job now and i finished college but the dream of finishing a book has returned and i hope to one day do it and at least be a writer. Even if i dont earn my bread with it. One book is enough for me. Maybe one day i will dare make that step.

20. Finishing that book man. I am ace and have accepted i will most likely be single for life. I got my friends and that is enough. Also. Honey. Eternity is a very very long time.

(We are halfway lets goooo!)

21. I did once when i was younger but came back to it. I figure that if i dont like it anymore i will stop. Until then i wont stop.

22. I have a map on my computer with all my WIPs amd that is it. If it becomes a real long story i will make an excel sheet with the important times and stats and stuff. Otherwise i just hope my brain remembers it all.

23. On the couch. Laptop in lap. Cat between my legs. Drink on the table. Tv on on a live stream.

24. I get an idea and i just roll with it. If i get stuck on a scene i just mark it as a break in thw writing and continue with a scene that i do have ideas for. The ideas come and go and if i really like it i make a small note on my phone to try and add it later.

25. One girl drinks grape juice out of wine glasses as if it is fancy wine.

26. I just... write. I think about what i know about them. Their speech patterns and just... write. I write down whatever comes into my head and let them move as they please along the conversation. The plot of the book is just me setting the scene, the characters do their own things within the story and i just gotta edit to fit them. And i never regret going into the head of a character, even if i would prefer some characters to die a painful dead. Just because i know how they would react and what they would do does not mean i agree with them.

27. Asgore. It took me AGES to figure out how to deal with him.

28. danny fenton. He is a delight and a gremlin and i love him <3

29. Music mostly. If i run dry i reread parts of my own writing and think about what they would have done with different stuff.

30. Hah! Never. My dreams make no sense whatsoever.

31. Love letter to readers!

I love you. I love the comments, i love the kudo, i love the reblogs, i even love the lurkers i dont see. I dont think i can explain what it means to me. I write because i like it yes. But in a way i always believe i will be the only one who would like it. To hear that others enjoy it and engage with the little silly worlds i make. The scenes i set. It means the world to me. Because it makes me feel i am able to create something that brings joy. Thank you and i love you.

32. Dont really got one like that sorry.

33. I paint as well and use pastel chalks. Though that is a lot slower and it takes me months to even finish a piece

34. I am not smart enough to use it efficiently.

35. Use perfect grammar. I demolish that rule when writing, especially with dialogue. I will start my sentences with 'and' and you can not stop me >:D

36. I know a lot of biology. Also maths.

37. Man. She loved world building.

38. Probably my unending rambling that i add to my writing. I got no chill. As for what my cat thinks about me? Probably that i am rude for removing him from my lap.

39. Comments mostly. And rereading my own work.

40. Oh friend i dont know poems sorry. I hope the other answers were good enough!.

God that took longer than i though it would but tada! Writers ramblings :D

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

[olive-and-nom]

Rules

Yippie, more boring stuff. I’ll make it simple for you all. Alright?

Big no-no’s. (You do any of the following on my page and you’re blocked basically)

Talk about minors inappropriately. It makes me and probably a good majority of my readers just uncomfortable.

Harass me over fics after I’ve told you to stop. I don’t write very often so if my works are late, I will apologize but asking me constantly 24/7 will only take my motivation to write longer.

No slurs. Ever. I will not write them, and I do not expect to ever read them anywhere on my page.

Don't sexualize me. I can take some joking flirts but I don't do e-dating personally and I will occasionally flirt (as a joke, let me clarify that) and I will not care if you jokingly flirt back. But never sexualize me or get pissy with me if I explain this to you "because you thought it was real".

Three strikes and you're out or whatever (Basically, you get three warnings, after that you're blocked)

Spell colour as 'color'

Spell grey as 'gray'

Spell centre as 'center'

Spell defence as 'defense'

(In case you couldn't tell, all of the above was a joke)

((I will still get irked by some of them though lol))

Request rules

No NSFW, sorry hehe. The most ill do is suggestive content or implied.

I am probably will only write female reader or gender neutral on most of my posts unless its a request that specified for a male reader. Most of my posts will otherwise be gender-neutral or female based.

Please check is requests are open first! if they aren't I'm either gonna ignore it or delete it.

Please be a bit specific when requesting and don't just put 'Insert super cool and sexy character x afab gender neutral reader please!!' because if you do ill either ignore it or do what I want with it. and you dont want that

[fixzorforever]

Wow, so this is waht messaging in tumblr is like. Weird Space in here, is this space unlimited or limited. How many charcter limits does this Ask Box Allow me to proccess with, will it halt to proccess after so many or would it not care in any of the slightest of instances of having either one character impute or over seven hundred fiftyfive thousand eighty-eight hundred four decimal five tenth. Will the reader stop reading this after having to read that rather silly number, or will they realize that there is a clue to a mysterious puzzle hidden amonst these writhing ashes, will they kick around in search of the other clues and hault and re-read this title block again and again to see the secrets they hast missed. Oh it looks like this text block expands as I continue to create more and more text lines, how enjoyful now I can create full and ensatiated paragraphs in here that lead no where and nothing about everything. Are you still reading with me OP as I write along this haunting pathway leaden with blasted mortars and shells of the previous engagers, or hast thou left moi alone in this perilessnessless journy that only I can summon, and grant myself the immunity of nonscense. As my spelling of the English (mostly) language alters making new words and true words that not even this grammar and spell checking program setup by Tumblr can tell waht I am writing. Now heres for some trivial knowledge that only a person egated with plants and thier historys can enjoy of, Sarcobatus vermiculatus is a species of shrubby flowering plants in the Family of SARCOBATACEAE, Sarcobatus is Greek naming which is to mean Fleshy Brambles, refering to its rather prominent leaves. Native to the Prairie lands right after the British Columbian Cordillera and extending down through the Dry lands of The United States of America. This plant is potentialy the sole species of a genus, as there are only two species in the Sarcobatus genus but that is in debate wether if Sarcobatus baileyi is just a varient of Sarcobatus vermiculatus, but they werent always like this. Before the year of two thousand nine they were apart of the family CHENOPODIACEAE, the Amaranth Family, and still at that point listed as the name as it currently holds but after the Angiosperm Phylogeny Group III it was re-evaluated with the DNA analysis and similar studies to prove that it was likely not of the Amaranth Family but more likely its own as it shows closeness with three other Families, and a potential Sister Taxon, Agdestis, which only holds no answers if Agdestis is actually its own thing and is commonly with uncertainty place in the SARCOBATACEAE group instead of its own. Now Sarcobatus common name is Greasewood, and a specimen was found in the Expedition of Lewis and Clark in North America. It has very tough and durable wood so it was used for Arrow Shafts and Firewood, but dont eat it as it will give you Potassium Oxalate Poisoning (Sheep are Vulnerable to this) it will give you Liver Failure. More interestingly this plant wants Salt and will only grow common in areas of alkaline and saline soils, often in or near stream beds, but its a desert plains plant so it just grows in the anceint salt rivers of the plains, so you can guarantee the area to be not good for growing other non-alkaline loving plants. Huh Wow we got this page fairly long and I still can write, but my text is now being written just above the task bar of my computer, will it go lower I cannot tell you but it does seem to be growing closer to that which lays under. So how was this story here where you learn something that you cannot use ever, fascinating that you sat there and read this entire this that would dictate that nothing of value to you would be found and yet not you still managed to read here. Oh I could simply just scroll a little and have the text continuum continue a little further away from my taskbar darn so it seems that the under siden will not be reached todays or soon. And neat fact is that you read just over 727 words, Text limit is 4096 by the way, so take that with you. Thunder

neat, dunno why you sent this to me, a fixzor blog, and paragraphs would be useful

[lady-janes-smut-stash]

Could I request a Shoji smut with a fem reader? Perhaps it’s their first time and it starts with accidental intercrural sex?

Yes! Thanks for the ask! I had to look up what intercrural sex was- which was funny. I typed it in and clicked on the wrong video and from that discovered that the pizza man with his dick in a hulled out pizza box is actually a real thing- which is hilarious! 

Hope this does it for ya!

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Words:  2300 Characters: Mezo Shoji x Fem Reader Spice:  Spicy AF Warnings: Filthy Language, Smut, NSFW, basically erotica

Characters are aged up, Fic below the cut

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CARE FOR A SWIM?

The trees loom darkly over the fiery backdrop of the setting sun, chirping crickets echo through the sweltering cave like a quickened pulse. Sweat beads on your neck as you secure the last branch on your makeshift shelter.  

Not that you need a shelter inside a cave, but you are bored shitless waiting for Shoji’s return.

You plop down on the leafy bed and fall back to stare at the rocky ceiling.

“It’s too fucking hot for a fire...Should I snuff it out?”

You huff and turn from the flames, straining your ears for signs of approaching footsteps.

“Nah, he should be back any minute now…” He won’t complain if he returns to an empty fire pit. Hell, he might even be grateful for another task- but you couldn’t bring yourself to burden him. 

You reach up to smooth your frizzy hair.

“Damn humidity.” Nature refuses to cut you any breaks.

Not a full day passed since your class was divided into teams of two and dropped in isolated areas to implement your survival course knowledge.  

Your heart pounds. A full week alone with Shoji?

A hot blush stains your cheeks and your mind dives straight into the gutter. Erotic ways to pass time pop into your brain like perverse little gifts. 

Sexy thoughts aside, you and your partner were miles in the right direction for your survival course.  

Shoji found a shallow cave overlooking a picturesque stream and you built a fire and a few creature comforts for the both of you. The two of you are a good team, and you couldn’t be more pleased with the pairing.  Leaning up you take in your work with a smile.

You were eager to please Shoji, being left at the cave while he left for water felt far more domestic than it should have. Clearing the floors of stones sucked but you managed to build a wind barrier, shelter, and a makeshift bed.

A single bed.

You lept from your seat, humidity, and embarrassment heating your skin.  You check that the fire is contained and abandon the cave for some fresh air. 

Gathering enough for another bed would be a bitch.

You huff, yanking off your top and tossing it in the cave. Lifting your arms you wait for a breeze to slide across your damp flesh.

The air is stagnant.  

You stand for an awkward moment in nothing but your shorts and bra, the heavy air clinging to your limbs like sticky film. 

“This fuckin’ heat!”

The heat of the flame warps the cave interior, daring you to return to its hellish confines.

You purse your lips, glaring at the cave entrance.

“Yeah, no…” Aren't caves supposed to be cold? Nature was certainly fucking with you.

With Shoji due back any minute you weren't worrying about leaving the small flame unattended.  

You crunch through the leaves and rock, making your way toward the far end of the pond in search of privacy. 

You notice a steep slope covered in bushes and clusterings of trees sectioning off a part of the pond, it wasn’t ideal but it would work for some cover. 

You made a mental note to make a bathing screen in your free time as you trudged to the edge of the slope. Using branches to steady your descent, you silently slide down the slope towards the pond. 

“Y/n..” You stiffen at your name, grip white-knuckling on the thin branch supporting you. You ease forward, peeking over the shrubbery to find Shoji reclining against a boulder below. 

Your lips pursed to call his name but words fail you.

Soaking in the pond with his head tilting back against the rock, Shoji was a snack and your eyes ate him up. Those delicious muscles damp and glistening in the fading light set your heart pounding.

A light splashing draws your attention and you find ripples radiating from Shoji, the muscles of his thick arm jumping. 

Oh, shit! 

Your brows rose into your hairline, you didn’t have to see his front to know he was touching himself.

A pity you couldn’t see into the depths of the water.

Picturing him gripping his swollen cock, working himself into a frenzy with your name on his lips set your legs to trembling and heat coiling in your belly.

Shoji groanes your name a second time, his voice thick and needy.  You lick your lips, trailing your hand down your stomach to undo the button on your shorts. You ease your hand into your panties towards your throbbing clit.

Every grunt and moan from Shoji brings you closer to your own pleasure, guilt flushes your cheeks but you can’t look away. You have never felt so dirty- or so turned on.

Biting your lip you lean forward, dead set on a better look at your partner-

SNAP!

“Oh, SHIIIT-”

The world spins faster than you can react. 

The branch flies from your hand and you tumble towards the water like a heavy stone, twigs, and grass thwacking you as you go.  The water rushes forward and you brace for impact. 

This is going to hurt.

Pressure hits your stomach with a wet thwack as you are plucked from the air like a leaf on the wind to slam against Shoji’s broad frame. 

The momentum of the catch sends Shoji careening back then overcorrecting, falling forward.

You land hard on your stomach, your hands and breasts squelch into the muddy bank. 

Shoji’s large body lands on you and breath leaves you in a woosh, you flail about in the mud before the crushing pressure abates and you find yourself caged in by Shoji’s many arms.

Like a sunning crocodile, you lay stunned and silent with Shoji’s front to your back. 

You catch your breath before Shoji, forcing yourself to relax under him.  

You can feel his heart hammering where his chest rests against your back. That steady pounding anchors you and the reality of your situation comes into focus. His hard muscles pressing hot into the soft flesh of your back has your body reacting in full force. Your nipples bead and goosebumps flood your skin as you shift under him, pressing yourself against the places his body makes contact with yours.

Shoji sucks in a ragged breath and you gasp.  

There is no way, this can’t be real…

You squeeze your thighs together, testing what you know is true. 

A low moan ruffles the hair on the back of your head and the heavy cock caught between your thighs pulses. 

No way... you rub your thighs together drawing a moan from Shoji and your lips slide into a sly grin. 

Your hands sink into the bank, mud bubbling between your spread fingers as your rest your weight on your arms to rock forward and back. 

The thick head of his swollen cock pops in and out from between your thighs like a pervy game of whack-a-mole.  Liquid beads on the tip of his cock, smearing a creamy line on your shorts as you pull forward once again. 

Can I get him off like this? 

The thought runs hazy through your mind and you wonder how far his cum could shoot up the length of your body.

“Y/N…” His voice tickles your ear and his naked cock twitches between your thighs. Hands fisting in the mud, his hips drove forward, the delicious friction sends waves of pleasure to your brain. “S-sorry, I-”

The humidity had nothing to do with how hot and sticky you feel. You arch your back pressing your ass firmly into his hips for more. 

You felt bold. 

On your knees in the slick mud of the bank covered by your crush- who obviously returns your attraction- primal need swells within you.

“Shoji.” You moan his name, gripping one of the thick arms caging you. “Please, I want you to make me feel good…”

He nods his masked face presses against the back of your head.  He pulls his hips from you, removing his hot cock from the soft pressure of your thighs.

You whimper, reaching back for him.

He yanks down your shorts and panties and returns over you.

“Is this what you want?” He asks his wet cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against your aching pussy.

“Yes, please!” The ridge of his cock catches on your clit and you moan. “I want it all, fuck me!”

He grips your hips, lifting your lower body to line your dripping cunt up with his cock. 

“Shoji-” You moan as he eases the head of his cock into your eager hole. The burn is immediate and fierce.  His free hands pet and caress, comforting as you stretch for him.

He takes his time exploring you, leaving large dirty handprints on your breasts, hips, and neck.

Achingly slow, he sheaths himself inside of you, ever mindful of how you are taking his girth.  

At your pained whimper, he stops moving. 

Your head is fuzzy and your eyes unfocus, breath comes in short pants.

He fills you so completely you fear you might burst.

The stretch in your pussy burns as your body accommodates him and for a moment you fear passing out.  Looking down your body to where Shoji fills you, you choke on a gasp to find your lower stomach bulging with the sheer size of his cock. 

Frozen, panic bubbles up and you tremble under its weight.

Pressing against you, Shoji feels you shaking.

“We don’t have to do this,” His voice is sweet but firm,”I care about you and understand this is- a lot to take...” He rubs his narrow face against you before pulling away. His cock slides from your body, you feel every vein and ridge catch against your tender walls as he pulls out of you. 

“No, wait!” Your voice cracks and your muscles tighten around his cock, “I want this- I want you. It’s just- your cock is huge and I needed a little time to adjust, but I can take more now-”

“This is enough.” He whispers into your hair, pulling out of your body to the tip and returning slowly- no deeper than before. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He fucks you gently at an achingly slow pace. The stretch eases from pain into pleasure, soon you are truly ready for more.

“Shoji,” You moan, water splashes cold on your thighs as he gently pounds you in a steady rhythm, “I need more.”

“More, yes…” He mutters, penetrating you deeper but not by much- need more than a taste, you need everything.

You brace your arms and slam your ass back onto his cock, forcing his hand and accidentally tripping him.  He falls hard, impaling you fully on his length. 

“AAAAIIIIIGGGHHHHH!” Your pained shriek bounces off the trees in a lingering echo. 

You moan between swallowed pants, holding firm to Shoji’s wrists as he tries to pull away.

“S-Sho big-” You slur, arms trembling “j-just gimme ha minute…Fuck!”

The ache was intense but fleeting, his cock twitches inside your throbbing core and softens.

“Y/N, let me go, I hurt you and I-” 

“Please, I want this.” Sticky liquid drips from your joined bodies into the shallow water below, you feel your heartbeat throb in your cunt. 

Sighing, you ease back and forth on his cock, gently testing the new sensations. 

He moans, cock hardening in a flash.  Gripping your hips, he takes control, setting a slow pace as he pumps into you.

“Harder, Shoji, I need-” 

His hips snap against yours, the sound of skin slapping and water sloshing echoes through the woods as he fucks you into the mud with bruising force, completely unrestrained. “Oh, don’t- stop!”

Your eyes water as you reach your peak, Shoji’s strokes grow erratic and he slams home from behind with a force that has you yelping.

You reach your peak, screaming his name with abandon as you are rocked by wave after wave of pleasure.

“I-I love you!” He moans with a final jerk, filling you with ropes of hot seed. 

Rolling onto his back on the wet bank he pulls you with him to rest on his chest- still connected by his softening cock.

Your contraceptive implant prevents pregnancy, but you can’t help but glow at the idea of bearing Shoji children. There was no doubt he would be an amazing father, and -one day- you wanted to be the woman to give him that.

“I love you too, you know.” You rest your hands over two of the six arms circling you, picturing a future together. 

Shoji blushes, morphing a hand into a mouth to kiss your cheek. You grin, breaking your connection, and turn to straddle him fully before taking him in.

Mud and leaves cake you both in a thick sloppy mess. His dark eyes gaze up at you, sated but fully reflecting the emotion you feel. You lean down and plant a sweet kiss over his masked lips. 

Mud turns light brown and cracks, dusting Shoji’s torso as you drop down to rest chest to chest on top of him. 

Your nipples harden under your bra, the damp fabric scratching against your sensitive skin. 

No sense in modesty now. 

You lift back up to rip the bra off and fling it onto a nearby branch where it bounces before sliding onto the muddy bank with a wet plop. 

“Hmmmm.” Shoji hums, gazing at your breasts with a glint in his eyes.

The set of hands gripping your waist slips up to graze your breasts, you arch into his touch, ready for a second round- minus the mud.

“Care for a swim?” 

[elluendifad]

I really love @raining-tulips response in the notes, and i think that's a great starting point so you don't have to re-invent the wheel if you already have certain notes. After that, i would just grab any ole notebook for your working book, maybe a digital option accessible to you on the go, and then spend some time just checking out what you end up needing to refer to most often even if it doesnt match what you thought you'd need at the start. i dont always do a spell/ritual tracker, but it's fun for the ones that are especially experimental or where i am trying something new and want to come back later and reflect on the results or tweak the process. i also benefit from general journaling, and you may like to have a small section for that just to get in the habit of writing. oh! also grab a portable form that works for you-- a three ring binder works best for me as far as material stuff goes, and i like notion for digital.

does anyone have any tips for keeping up with your book of shadows? I’ve been practicing for quite a while now and I did start a BOS in the very beginning but I’m just so bad at putting things in it… I often find myself writing notes and spells on various notepad paper and in my notes app and there’s just a collection of info and workings scattered around my altar and in the box I keep a lot of my books and other tools for practice. sometimes I don’t write anything down and just wing it based on what feels right in the moment.

something I’m really going to try to work on this coming year is to get all the things I’ve learned and understood and researched into a book for my reference. but I also think I want to create a separate book specifically for spell work and ritual. that feels best to me. a sort of ‘textbook’ of my current practice, and an active book of my ongoing workings and rituals.

any tips or advice and recommendations would be SUPERB 🫶

[with-love-from-hell]

Asmo comforting a Chubby!Mc who is self-conscious about their body

Request by @theorriginalolivejar​

“...I present to you a chubby GN mc x Asmo where MC is self conscious about their body and Asmo comforts them over it. You could even make it so they've been self conscious for a while and started wearing baggier/looser clothes that Asmo can't stand...or something along those lines... The main things I want is fluff/comfort, a chubby GN Reader, and the same vibe as the last mc you had...”

Yet another glorious request. I hope I once again did you justice!!! I love me a chaotic Mc and just HAD to write another! You played right into my hand! >:) This is a bit different from the Body Image Series, but still in the same realm, so I will link to that HERE if anyone wants some more comfort-type stuff relating to body image!

Genre: comfort, fluff,

Mc characteristics: Gender neutral (they/them pronouns), chubby, slightly chaotic

WC: ~1.7k

Cw: poor body image, negative self talk, swearing

The past week at RAD had been very hard for you. The insecurities that would sometimes bubble up in your subconscious have started haunting you again, and it’s been really hard to stay focused on anything other than how much you hate the way you look. You’ve been distancing yourself from everyone, and they’ve definitely all noticed some changes in your demeanor. 

It all started when a pair of your favorite jeans ripped right in the damn crotch (If you had one Grimm for every time this happened, Mammon would probably be begging you for money more often). Then, a bunch of your clothes shrunk in the wash when that stupid sorcerer decided to play a prank on you by switching your laundry-detergent with an Elixir of Downsizing. You were so frustrated in the moment that you just threw the clothes away, not thinking that the spell could just be undone. Now, you were left only with some of the clothes that hide in the back of your closet because you never wear them- many of them you don’t feel the most confident in. 

You often go shopping for clothes alone, so you don’t really change that habit in Devildom. After all, you dont want 7 super-hot men standing outside a fitting room while you changed, waiting for you to show off your body.

Or, Well...maybe you do...but not with how you felt in your skin right at this moment. 

As you were trying on new pants in Majolish, you find yourself feeling defeated with all the options that just weren’t working. You found some that fit, but you didn’t like how they looked on you...

This one came down too far below your feet...That one makes you look like you’re going to pick your kids up from soccer practice...Ah shit, this one wont even button up over your tummy because its a hip-riding style...This one- oh! this one looks good- wait. no. it has a weird floral pattern on the ass pockets...god dammit!

Nothing was working! UGH!

You kicked off the pants and put back on the stuff you walked in with. Maybe you’ll just get some clothes that are baggy to just hide your figure...yeah, that will do for now. You were tired of shopping anyway, so you just resided yourself to get some athleisure pants that stretch in the waist, and some shirts that are very clearly meant for someone at least 3 sizes bigger than you. 

You checked out at the register with a way-too-bubbly employee who was determined to get you to join their platinum membership program. You knew she was just doing her job, but for Christ's sake you didn’t want the damn rewards card!

You sulked home in your new ill-fitting clothes. You felt like shit, but you felt better than you would if you’d have kept trying on clothes. It really tanked your self-esteem to try on so many things and have NOTHING work. This happened in the human world too, but at least there were stores specifically dedicated to bigger bodies that had things you knew you liked- even if they were pricy as hell.

Upon entering the House of Lamentation, you were greeted by a squealing Asmo throwing his entire body into your arms. 

You were barely able to catch him with the Majolish bags in your hands. “Ack- Asmo! Warn me next time, will ya?” 

He noticed the bags in your hands and scrunched his face at you- almost like a 5 year old who had been told they can’t have ice cream for dinner. “Mc! Did you seriously go shopping without me!?”

You sighed and dropped him out of your arms. He barely caught himself, clearly not expecting you to let go. This was a bad move though, because now he started whining at you in that tone...you know, the one that just pushed every single one of your buttons at the same time...which was something you really didn’t need right now. 

“uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh.” He groaned dramatically. “Mc!! Why don’t you ever take me with when you go shoppinnnngggg.” 

You sighed in frustration. “Asmo, I have told you a bajillion times that I don’t like shopping for clothes with other people.” 

He crossed his arms and pouted at you, continuing the child-like attitude. “Bajillion isn’t even a number.” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. Despite his brattiness, you did really love Asmo to pieces...But right now you just wanted to be alone. 

Asmo was only pretending to be mad at you, but he noticed how short you were with him and he grew worried. Did something happen? He tailed you up the stairs, following you to your room. As he followed, he noticed what you were wearing. Why on earth were you wearing such unflattering clothing? It was so huge on you??? You definitely would look better in something he would pick out...if you’d just take him with.

“Mc, wait! is this what you bought from the store?” He pulled at the back of your shirt causing you to stop and turn to him. 

“Yes, it is. I couldn’t find anything that fit me so...” You stretched the shirt out in your hands as you spoke, a sadness evident on your face

Asmo scrunched his face again and shook his head. “This is why you need to take me with you. I would find the perfect outfits.” 

You sighed and started walking again. You really weren’t in the mood. 

“Seriously!” He jogged to your side to keep pace with your quick movements. “I just want to help!”

“What if I don’t want your help?!” you snapped at him, stopping outside your bedroom door.

Asmo was taken aback by your sharp words. You usually weren’t this irritable...what was going on with you? And besides, who wouldn’t want his help? He was the most fashionable demon in all of Devildom after all. 

You rolled your eyes once more and entered your room.  Asmo caught your door right as you were about to shut it in his face and barged his way into your room. You groaned. “Asmo, I really just want to go to sleep. Can you please just leave me alone?”

He plopped down on your bed and crossed his legs, the familiar playful pout sprouted on his face. “Make me."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. He truly was insufferable sometimes. Finally you caved.

“Fine, you can stay, but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You flipped off your light and curled up into yourself under your covers.

Asmo remained seated at the edge of your bed. He glared at your lump your body made out of the bed sheets. he didn't understand why you were acting this way, but figured it had something to do with how crappy you've been feeling the whole week. He had caught you hiding your body more than usual in blankets or by using your arms to shield your tummy when you were lounging around the house. Maybe you were just feeling insecure...

Then, a light bulb seemed to appear over his head. Oooo he had the perfect idea.  

Asmo flew out your door in a rush. He needed to get to Majolish before they close!

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You awoke early the next morning to Asmodeus pile-driving onto you.

“Oof-” He knocked the breath right out of you. You knew he probably was mad that you didn’t hang out with him last night, but fuck. "Asmo, for the love-"

“Goooood morninnnggg.” He cooed, twisting a strand of your hair with his index finger. A wide mischievous smile spread across his lips. “I have a surprise for my favorite-est most beautiful-est human!” 

You stared at him, deadpan, with your eyebrows raised. “What the heck are you talking about? And why are you talking to me like that?”

“Well!” He smiled even wider. “I figured that if you didn’t want me to go to the store with you, I’d bring the store to us!” 

Your eyes widened. What the fuck was he going on about, now?? 

He leaped off of your bed and pulled you by the arm, trying to get you up to come to his room. you sighed and decided to humor him. You did really miss spending time with him last night, after all.

As you entered his room, you gasped at the sheer amount of clothing that was...well, frankly it was everywhere.

"Asmo, what...why?!" You spun to face him, awestruck.

He let out a high-pitch giggle. "Isn't it glorious!!! We can have a shopping day all to ourselves! Anything you don't like, I'll go return. Don't worry, I got some stuff for me too!"

You finally shook yourself out of your daze. "Jesus Asmo, you really have lost it haven't you?"

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his bed by your hand. He looked deeply into your eyes and spoke with complete sincerity. "Mc, I am truly worried about you. You don't look happy, and you've had this sour mood all week. I heard about Solomon's shitty prank and I know that you have a hard time shopping for clothes because you feel bad about yourself."

You tensed. "It's fine Asmo, really." What a lie.

He shook his head. "Its not. And I want to help you feel good about yourself. So I took the liberty of blocking out your whole day to try on clothes with me. Just us two. No one else!"

You hesitated, hiding your stomach with your arms. "I don't know Asmo...I really don't like trying on clothes in front of other people...besides, how did you know what size to get?"

He sighed and seemed to ponder for a moment. "Ok, how about this! You try one outfit. And if I can't convince you that you're the most beautiful thing in the whole world, then we can stop."

You eyed him. He had a genuine smile on his face, and a desperate plea was evident behind his eyes. You finally gave him a smirk back. "Are you gonna try to make me join a reward program if I lose?"

He cackled at your joke. Asmo was elated to see that your usual light-hearted self was back. He ushered you to his bathroom, where he had set up a curtain rod for easy access. He told you to wait while he dug through some of the clothes in his room. He tapped his chin thoughtfully before finally picking out a purple blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans to go with it.

"Here!" He announced, shoving the garments into your hands.

You eyed them suspiciously. "I dont know..."

"Just try 'em!" he winked at you before turning and closing the curtains behind him. He plopped down on his bed and excitedly fidgeted with his scarf while he waited for you.

You were surprised at how much you liked the blouse. It was flowy, but it didn't drown you...and wow...how was it that the jeans hugged your curves in the just the way you wanted them too?? You had spent so long looking for high rise skinnies at Majolish- how the hell did Asmo find them?!

You looked at yourself in the mirror for a bit before nervously turning toward the curtain. You took a deep breath before stepping out sheepishly.

Asmo jumped up and ran to you, having you do all sorts of turns, lifting your arms, and stretching out your legs. He stepped back with his fingers over his mouth and a puzzled look on his face, as if he was calculating something in his head.

"Hmm...thats odd." He muttered to himself, pretending to furrow his brow, but clearly hiding a smirk.

You felt yourself grow nervous at his behavior. "Wh-what is it?"

He then moved his hands from his face, and replaced his expression with one of pure joy. "I can't seem to find a single thing wrong with the way you look in this outfit. Wanna know why?"

You stared at him blankly.

He giggled at your confused reaction. "Because you're perfect, Silly!" He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a tight hug. Suddenly, you felt yourself lifted off the floor as he twirled you around in his arms.

How...unexpected?

He set you down, giggling like an idiot. "I almost couldn't keep a straight face when you came out. You look absolutely stunning! Please tell me you like it!!"

You blushed. "I...yeah. I do like it."

He clapped his hands rapidly and jumped up and down. "Does this mean you'll try on more?!"

You smiled at him. "Well...Maybe you had a slight point about me needing your help."

He hugged you again, and immediately went searching for more clothes to give you. By far, it was the best shopping experience you've ever had. There were few- if any- things you didn't like out of the clothing Asmo picked out for you. And every time you stepped out to show him a new outfit, he gushed about how good you looked in it. Your confidence was boosted by 100%.

Your day couldn't have started off any better, and when you finally picked the outfits you were keeping for your new wardrobe, Asmo was satisfied. You both ended you day just as good. In order to prank Solomon back, Asmo put cursed hot-pink hair dye in his shampoo that wouldn't come out unless he gave you an apology.